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This can't be real. I'm waking up to see a gorgeous guy, still sound asleep, cuddled up with me and I truly believe he only wants me. I've know him for just a few days but I've already bared myself completely and he hasn't rejected me. I've let him get closer to me than anyone else and he hasn't decided to turn around and run. I look at Stephen and I see someone that I can have a future with, I look at him and realize that being able to come to terms with my own sexuality will only lead to positive things. I look at Stephen and see a guy who I want to give everything to, but now he needs to wake the hell up. I move my dry mouth to his ear and scream like the witch banshee I always wished I was.
"The fuck!?!" I couldn't help but snort with laughter watching him fall right off the bed like an untrained monkey.
"Morning sleepy head," I replied with a smile.
"I honestly hate you, Bryan."
"Hate fuck me, daddy?"
"Well yeah we can go with that."
"Actually no I was just joking."
"Do you have class today?"
"Yes, three psych classes starting in about two hours. You?"
"Yea some bullshit business classes."
"Can we get breakfast?"
"Sure."
We hopped in a steaming hot shower together and all I could do was basically stare at this hot, amazing guy. Like, I don't understand this situation at all. I'm gay and I'm now out the closet. I'm also in that awkward stage where you're messing around with someone but you're not sure if you're in a relationship but you're both exclusive with each other. I want Stephen to be my boyfriend but I need to get to know him better before making that step. I don't even know this guy's last name, his birthday, don't know his major, don't know his likes and dislikes. It feels like I hooked up with my hot neighbor who I will now see everyday.
I stood behind him and ran my hands down his wet, sculpted back until they got down to his soft cheeks. His butt is so cute. It's not big or anything but it's perfectly shaped like two apples and it's firm. I gave it a little pinch just so I could see that goofy smile of his. Wrapping my arms around his strong body I just inhaled the strong aroma of whatever heavenly body wash he used. Something about Stephen made me feel like nothing bad could ever happen as long as he was around. I felt like he would be the guy that would have my back even if we somehow were on bad terms with each other. But I still want to pick apart his brain, I need to know this guy before I let him get too close and it turns out that he isn't what I exactly imagined. We all know everyone is playing a character, to some extent.
All dapper and sophisticated looking, Stephen & I headed to the school dining hall, holding hands as we walked, obviously. I was very nervous about this as I didn't know more than a handful of people on this campus and I honestly was afraid of what people would say... or do... I've seen how the LGBT community is treated and it frightens me. I couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight so if someone came for me I'd be lunch meat. Yes I'm an athlete and all that good stuff but that doesn't mean I'm a fighter. I'm soft.
"How long have you been out, Stephen?"
"Oh God. Years. I think freshmen year of high school is when I popped out?"
"What was it like?"
"Eh. Nothing special. Family was fine with it after a while, although, they were definitely shocked."
"Why shocked?"
"Well, Ronnie & I did come out at the same time."
"This story isn't leading where I think it is right?"
"No! We just announced it together. My family was okay with it but they were just taken aback by the both of us catching the gay."
"Oh I see."
"When do you think you're going to break the news to your family. Bryan?"
"No idea. I'm petrified. I feel like I'd be run out of town."
"You know you can always come crash with me. I got you."
The dining hall was weirdly empty but I liked that. I've never been a fan of huge crowds and I didn't want there to be a lot of noise anyway. I figured since this was going to be my first serious talk with Stephen everything needed to be perfect. I was trying to eat but I felt queazy, I felt like I was on the verge of jumping the gun. Maybe I should just stay quiet and let this relationship flow naturally? I don't know. I like this guy a lot. His aura, his personality, his looks, his cock. There wasn't anything about him that I could say I disliked.
"Ok Stephen can I ask you something?"
"Go right ahead."
"Have you been in relationships before?"
"Yea, three of them."
"Were they all serious?"
"The first two were. I thought the third was on its way but that ended up falling through."
"How did they end? You dump them, they dump you, mutual type thing?"
"I dumped the first guy and the third guy, the second one was mutual."
"Would you mind giving me a run down on those?"
"Well, the first guy was like, right when I came out, he just snatched me up. It was great. We were together for a year and those first 9 or so months I thought we were just a perfect little couple that was going to grow old and die on a hospital bed. Ya know, The Notebook type of shit. But something just changed. He's distant, dooesn't want to go out as much, doesn't want to talk to me as much and even though we were still very much in a relationship it just seemed as if we only talked to each other only to make sure we were both still alive. Then one day a few months later I was said 'fuck it'. There's no point in this relationship so let's just end it. He accepted that and agreed with me so it was a peaceful break up."
"Was he the first guy you slept with?"
"Indeed he was. Don't worry, you're a better bottom. I've only fucked you twice but you're already my favorite bottom."
Okay then, turns out there is a brain that comes along with that big dick. Awesome.
"How about unlucky number three?"
"I didn't trust that fucker as far as I could throw him. Just way too flirty and friendly with other guys. Then I looked through his phone and saw all the sexting and nude photo exchanges and felt like I was making a good decision."
"Would you send me nudes and sext me?"
"Yea, but you never even text me. Which is weird."
"How's it weird? We've pretty much spent all our days together so there hasn't really been a need for me to text you. Now how about the mutual break up?"
"Nothing much to say about that one. We were going in separate directions and thought it would be best to call it quits. He was a great guy though. We still talk here and there."
"What was your longest relationship?"
"My first one, a year."
"Can I ask you another question? Feel free to say no. But if you do say no there is a chance I will cry, smash this plate against your face and then transfer to a different school."
"No," he said smashing that goofy smile again.
"Whatever, Stephen."
I knew he knew the question I was going to ask but I still wanted that 100% confirmation. I wanted to hear the actual words.
"Would you... like, if you want... do you think that maybe us two could ya know..."
"Bryan, what are you saying?"
"You know what I'm saying, you ass!"
"I have no idea. I'm clueless over here."
"Come on, Stephen, you know it."
"Nope, spill it."
"Do I have to say it?"
"It's the only way you're going to get your answer."
"I don't know how to ask it," I responded in a hush tone.
And I really didn't. Do I use the actual word 'boyfriend'? Or is that presumptuous? I'm in college and I'm freaking out at the thought of asking someone out. But I mean give me a break! I've literally never done this before.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend!?" I'm pretty sure that came out as just a loud yelp rather than a fully formed question. There was no way it made any kind of sense.
"Sorry didn't catch that. Could you say it again slower and properly enunciate every word?"
"Do. You. Want. To. Be. Violenty. Murdered?" I said with a tight grip on my butter knife
"Yes to your first question, no to the second question."
"Okay, yay. That's awesome." It took every ounce of my energy to refrain myself from jumping into the air. "Now what?"
"Well I have class so I'll just see you later? And how about you TEXT me for once?"
"Okay boyfriend."
He just laughed and gave me a sweet kiss then went on about his way. I reclined back in my chair and I'd be lying if I said my stomach wasn't doing the dance of a million butterflies. I now have a boyfriend, my first one ever, and my first relationship ever. And I somehow lucked out because my boyfriend is only the most fantastic, intelligent, charming, funny, kind, gentle, fun guy that I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Being around him teased certain things out of me that I didn't even know existed, things that made me want to explore my mind, and his, even deeper. That's how relationships work, don't they? You pick each other apart because you're do deeply invested in each other and you have an unreal requirement to fully understand what this person does that has you so hooked on their being.
"Bonjour!" Daniel yelled in my ear, snapping me right out of my daze.
"The best thing just happened," I said to him and Jake as they sat across from me.
"What?!" Jake yelled with glee in his eyes.
"Stephen and I are officially boyfriend and boyfriend. I asked him like five minutes ago and he said yes."
"But I thought we were going to be a thing," Daniel piped in.
"I couldn't wait any longer, just know that you'll always be in my heart. My first love."
"I'm literally crying right now this is so heartbreaking," Jake said as we all laughed.
It's been two weeks since Stephen and I started dating and honestly, I don't think I've ever been happier in my life. I wake up smiling, I wake up knowing that it's another day where I can sink my claws farther into this man, another day that I can morph his mind and forge him into being everything that I want him to be. Does that sound sick? Is it slightly disturbing that I'm actively trying to change him while pretending to be some pure, lovestruck, angelic figure? Perhaps. That's how I've always been, though. Now that I'm no longer stuck in the closet it feels so good to know that I can unleash my talons upon this unsuspecting world. I am absolutely crazy. And even crazier for Stephen. By the end of this semester I want to hollow him out and then fill him with my flesh and my psyche, we will be one and he will never, ever leave me.
I remained sprawled out across my bed, staring at Daniel as he slept. My adorable, smart, nerdy roommate. I think this kid is truly breathtaking, in his looks and personality. I really wish he had more confidence in himself because he is such a catch. Unfortunately, he and Jake are still playing coy with each other because they're both to meek and shy to finally admit that they're crushing hard. Sometimes I think about pushing them together myself but a part of me wants Daniel to myself. As a pet, if you will. Something that I can have in my back pocket just in case things get sticky with Stephen.
As he peacefully sombers I saunter over to his bed and snuggle up behind him, quietly nuzzling my chin into the crook of his soft neck. I grab his phone to take a picture of us, of course I'm going to send it to Stephen, and then I get back in my bed, anxiously ready to enjoy what the day brings. He instantly texts my phone: what the fuck was that??? I decide not to reply but he knows I read it, iPhones thankfully now show if your texts have been read or not. Another text: HELLO? Why are you in bed with him like that?? Read. One more: I'm fucking coming over. Would I ever cheat on Stephen? No way in hell. But, he has a barbarian side to him that I'm fucking insane for. I love to play innocent and tease him mercilessly until he gets fed up, rips my clothes, and drills me until I'm seeing stars. God, the sex. It is everything.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
You'd think it was the cops knocking at my door, but no it's just Stephen. My barbaric, animalistic, enraged boyfriend. Ready to bust through and take all his anger out on my still tender and petrified bottom. I am slightly proud of myself for coming up with this quick plan to get him so quickly bothered, though. I had no idea it would work, seeing as Daniel and I are always cuddled up somewhere. He is my best friend here, after all.
"Open the door, Bryan!"
"Sorry I need to put on clothes."
I noticed Daniel slowly awakening and thought this was truly perfect timing. I skipped over to the door and stood flush against the wall as Stephen violently pushed it open and ran to Daniel's bed. He wildly flailed his arms and yelled at him a bit until they both came to the realization this was just me playing a prank and wanting to excite peole. We all laughed it off.
"I never pictured you as such a dangerous spouse, Bryan," Daniel remarked to me, still under the covers.
"What makes me so dangerous?"
"Sending your own boyfriend a picture of you cuddling with another guy?"
"I didn't do it any of the other times."
"What other times?" Stephen tightened his grip on my hands, we were under my covers snuggled up.
"Kidding, of course!"
Stephen and I laid up in my bed, just warmly inhaling each other. His soft shirt pressed against my almost bare body, his rugged hands roaming my athletic thighs. I kind of wanted him to fuck me senseless while Daniel sat in his bed across the room, shorts on the floor, jerking off like a jackrabbit to the sight of his roommate getting rammed by a big dick. I know he'd love to see me get fucked. I know he'd love to be the one to fuck me, but watching, for now, is good enough for him, I suppose.
I reached behind me and slowly flicked at Stephen's shorts until he got the message that I wanted them off. Glad he also got the clue to slip his boxers off as well and then I carefully removed my last piece of clothing. Just two naked college studs, entangled with each other, one leg over the other, arms draped across the chest, a dick nestled between two round and firm ass cheeks, even our hair was about to make love.
"Do you know when Daniel is leaving?" He mumbled in my ear.
"It doesn't matter."
"Seriously? You okay with doing this while he's right there?"
"God yes. Yes I am."
He slipped two of his fingers into my mouth and I gently soaked them in saliva. I told him before how much I enjoyed fingering myself so I guess he wanted to give it a try. I relaxed my body to allow his fingers inside me, one finger first then one more to follow shortly. Maybe even three total if I was really up for it. But I could barely allow one of his fingers through my barrier. It was just a struggle, maybe it was because of me just being on my side. I flipped over on my stomach, arched my ass up and pulled my cheeks apart then the magic finally started. I felt his middle finger push through and god was it thrilling. My warm hole, my soft inside, poked by the guy of my dreams.
I turned my head to see Daniel staring at us, his mouth agape. Mouthing to him: want me to stop? He just gave a simple no with a headshake, I told you he'd enjoy this show. I felt another finger push into me and that's when the moans hit, partly because it felt good and parly because I wanted my roommate to know this was going to be better than any porno he could ever watch in his life. I slowly rocked my body back and forth, softly moaning each time those two fingers pushed at whatever squishy thing they happened to come into contact with.
"I want to suck you, master," I said with a sly smile.
"Oh I'm master now?" Stephen replied, he loved when I got ultra submissive.
"You always were my master."
"Get on your back."
And that I did. I opened my mouth ever so slightly so Stephen would be the one to do the rest of the work with that mighty dick. He positioned himself as if we was about to do push ups and I moved down on the bed so his dick was hanging right above my face. With one hand he slapped and glided it on my face until that tender head met my soft, moist lips. Bucking his hips he got about half of that monster down my mouth before I felt like I was full. But I wanted more. I wanted to devour that thing. I bobbed up and down, licked it down to the base, spit all over that thing (spit dripping on my face but I didn't care) and I jerked whatever amount of inches weren't in my mouth. I was poking and pulling apart at his slim ass, rubbing his thighs up and around to his abs, then I hugged his back and pushed him down as far as he could go. His thin pubic hairs crept into my nose, his balls slept on my chin, all of it had my dick bouncing in the air. I pushed him up then pulled him completely back down, repeated this little tactic for about 10 minutes. I loved how much stamina Stephen had, I could pull out every trick in the book but this guy never blew his load until he wanted to blow it. Maybe that says more about my overall skill than his stamina then? I don't know, either way I'm just glad we could have very long sessions.
I pushed him out one last time and peeped over at Daniel. He had the covers on but I could see the motion of him jerking off. For some reason he stopped as soon as he noticed me looking, though. I sauntered over to that bed, ripped his sheet off and gave him a sweet kiss on his forehead.
"Now you, fuck me," I hollered at Stephen.
Sometimes I wonder why I say things like that to him, because no matter what, I'm never quite prepared for the pummeling he was going to give me. He slammed me down onto the bed with my ass hanging off, squirted some lube on his cock and his ass then everything after that became a slight blur. My hole was on fucking fire. A fire so intense it made my eyes roll back, made my knees buckle and left me feeling senseless. The feeling of him ramming into me without the slightest bit of mercy or care. My hair violently yanked in all directions, my face red from all the smacks he gave me, my entire body glistening from sweat, no doubt a combination of mine and Stephen's. I reached for my covers so I could bite down on them instead of screaming bloody mary but no, Stephen wanted my screams to fill the room. He wanted my chaste roommate to see just how much I enjoyed being dominated, how much I enjoy a man who can take full control, he wanted Daniel to see the reason why I would randomly stumble into the room with a noticeable limp.
Stephen was going at a pace I was not quite familiar with. I wanted to get in tune with him but I was immobile, he had his fists planted firmly into my lower back and his cock planted firmly in my soaking wet ass. His thick cock rudely disrupting the peace of my insides, threatening to burst through my walls as if this was a home invasion. Actually, it kind of was? I remember a few nights ago I told Stephen just how submissive I can be, I told him some of my... darkly sexual fantasies and what I wanted him to do to me. I'm glad he remembered those things. I felt his teeth sink into my left shoulder and I swear to God I was about to dump my load right there. He ran those teeth all the way down to my ass without ever stopping his relentless assualt on my ass, I had no idea he was that flexible.
"Please, I need... a minute. Just one. I swear," I said to him in nothing but muffled breaths. Not even sure if he heard what I said.
"Fuck no bitch."
He pulled out with an embarrassingly loud pop and tossed me on my back into the bed. I tried to hold my legs up but there was no chance, I lose all energy when Stephen fucks me, but that's okay because he has more than enough for the both of us. With his body he pushed my legs up to my head and reamed back inside me without missing a single step. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty body and just stared at Daniel while I got my ass turned inside out. His entire body was covered in sweat too, he was jerking off at the same pace in which Stephen was fucking me and I know my staring made him feel slightly uncomfortable but also majorly aroused. I threw on my best wounded, delicate puppy dog face and Daniel looked like he was about to blow at the sight. I lifted one finger at him in hopes that he would get the hint to hold it in and he got it clear. He slowed down his masturbating then began to finger himself while staring back at me.
"Harder, deeper," I moaned into Stephen's ear.
I imagine he tried to reply but all I heard back were moans, I clenched my ass as he pumped back inside me and then suddenly I found myself screaming for dear life. My legs were shaking, my hands were trembling, I could hardly see anything. Then, as if this was happening on purpose, I felt this... tidal wave surge through my body. A tidal wave that just felt too good. That ever happen to you? You experience something that is just so widly beyond anything that ever came before it and you're confused as fuck but you know you loved that shit?
Again.
Again.
Again.
And again.
FUCK. ME.
And one more time.
Oh fuck. Stephen found my spot. He was slamming dead into my prostate. I've always heard that a guy getting his prostate, or gspot whatever, hit was supposed to be some life altering experience but unfortunately for me I could never find it whenever I fingered. So I thought I actually didn't have one, or just that it didn't really do much for me. God, how wrong was I? Each time he hit I would literally quiver, bite my lip, slightly tear, and let out some kind of dog whimper human groan hybrid. It was AMAZING. But I could not take it, not these repeated hits. I could honestly feel my balls churning, I knew I was about to blow the biggest load of my life.
"Just a few more times, then blow with me master."
I really shouldn't talk during sex. I don't know how many more times Stephen hit my spot because when I finally was able to process my surroundings I was still in bed, my abs and chest covered in warm cum, I felt some on my lips, I ran my fingers through my hair and yep there was cum in there, and obviously I could feel it oozing out of my ass. I looked over at Daniel - covered. Stephen was next to me, panting like the dog he is.
"How many times did you hit it after I said that?"
"17."
"I think I need to invest in crutches."